Stay With It

I had a bad night.  My strength came to me.  I stayed with it.  I was comforted.  I am better now.  Strength doesn’t just show up without an invitation.  Strength is developed, nurtured, exercised, fed, repaired, divorced and begged to return, and finally given a permanent place in the heart. 


I woke with resolve.  My strength was with me.  Sometime in the middle of the night, I had opened the door.  Strength cannot force itself on you.  It is accepted, embraced, installed into the soul, symbiotic with your actions.  Symbiotic with the belief you have in yourself.  It is to be used. 


I reached into my mind to cultivate that strength.  I was chastised for walking away.  I asked for forgiveness.  Strength is pure and harbors no ill.  I grasped it and made it a part of me.  Again, just like the last time I had to reach in and find it.  Strength is always there.  Strength doesn’t just show up without an invitation.  Strength is developed, nurtured, exercised, fed, repaired, divorced and begged to return, and finally given a permanent place in the heart. 


Chris Plante

October 17, 2018

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